Adrien nodded, but his brow had been furrowed as he did so. There had been a worry that he'd managed to keep away from his mind during his journey - it had been shoved underneath the weight of more pressing concerns; now that he was there, in the room in which he was supposed to draw a spell, it had taken his mind at full force. The problem was that Adrien hardly knew how to cast even the most basic of spells. He'd managed to summon a few flames every now and then, but he'd never been able to do so consistently and with confidence. His letter to Valerion contained samples of spells that he drew over the span of several days, and not without discarding dozens of failed ones; and, even like that, the most they could do was shoot a few sparks. The thought of casting a spell right there and then seemed impossible to him.

Valerion proceeded to draw a spell in the air with his index finger, and a chair appeared in his hands. He placed it down and seated himself. Then he continued:

"Your objective is to draw a working spell. It can be any spell - it won't have any actual effect, anyway; all you have to do is manage to activate it. Then, from there, we'll decide how to progress".